Feeder Posted April 17, 2012 Report Posted April 17, 2012 Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... I was down South this past week backpacking with some hiking buds — all in their 30s, all in top shape, some smokin' hot — and it was so fucking hot out at times, some of us hiked shirtless. Add to that scenario the fact that I was sometimes poundin' out the miles with my earbuds screwed in while listening to some of my favorite WFM tunes — Will's Fuck Music (see entry below). Needless to say I was pitching a tent while hiking through the woods of northern Virginia. But the time to really explore some previously overlooked tunes got me turned on to one I failed to mention below. It's "Time" by Mike Koglin v DJ Uto. I can't remember where the fuck I found this tune (can't seem to find it now on iTunes so it's possible I got it elsewhere) but if you can find a copy, check it out. The runtime is 8:47. The beat is more appropriate for the dance floor at the white party, but that never stopped me from cranking up a tune like that to get in the mood. And out on the trail the other day, this beat was quickly turning my "feeling a little frisky" titillation to "rape-me-now" horniness. I would've given anything to get hog tied to a tree and repeatedly rawfucked by just about every one of my hiking companions, over and over till they left me for dead with an oozing gaper. This music can do that to you, and I thank God in a way that all my poppers were back home. Otherwise, well, I could've become one of those wildmen you read about now and then. But when we finally finished the trip and I got back to my car for the drive home, I went like 80-plus mph hoping to get laid when I returned, no matter how late at night it was. There was nothing going on at BBRT or or A4A or elsewhere so my hand had to do the honors, all with my newfound fuck music blasting my eardrums. If I had a camera that worked, my palm would've made a great fuckin photo: It was almost totally covered in cream. My main fuckbud finally called me back the next day, laughing at the phone message I'd left him... He promises he'll make up for the lack of meat in my ass later this week for what he says will be a true "fuck your brains out" session... Just goes to prove the power of music. lol. More...
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